Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. “Who’ll tell me […]

The rain has spoiled the farmer’s day; Shall sorrow put my books away? Thereby are two days lost: Nature shall […]

The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king’s affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its […]

The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead […]

Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse. […]

That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught […]

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun; Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk; At rich […]

Good-by, proud world, I’m going home, Thou’rt not my friend, and I’m not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I […]

Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in […]

Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, […]

IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin’d itself Into calendar […]

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows […]

Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through […]

I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre […]

Think me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of […]